The Biggest Secret

I had started to wonder towards the end of June that there might be a bun in the oven. I had already scheduled (back in May) a yearly check up appointment for the last week of June and had decided that I should take a pregnancy test before the appointment just so I could inform the doctor either way. Therefore, I had resolved to take 'the test' Sunday morning before my appointment on Monday.

But this wasn't the only thing going on in our lives: Nick was in the middle of his week-long, grueling PhD qualification exams. He had been working incredibly long hours, and by Sunday getting very little sleep as he tried to finish before Tuesday. If the test was positive, I knew Nick would be thrilled but suspected it would be incredibly difficult for him to maintain focus and finish his exams in time. So when I decided to take the pregnancy test, I decided to do it in secret.

Sunday morning arrives and while Nick is getting ready for the day, I sneaked away to our other bathroom, took the test, and hid it underneath the extra toilet paper. Classy. Three looooong minutes later, I found this:

Bam. Pregnant. I'm pregnant. Big smile to myself. I promptly hid it again, and told Nick I was going to mow the yard. Totally out of character, but luckily Nick didn't ask too many follow up questions!

This was by far the biggest (and most exciting!) secret I've ever kept. The doctor confirmed the pregnancy on Monday, but I had to wait until Tuesday to tell Nick. Aaagh! Those 3 days were possibly the longest days of my life! When Tuesday did finally roll around, Nick had stayed up all night both Sunday and Monday, and after turning in his exams, was asleep when I left for work in the morning. It was killing me, but I was going to have to wait a few more hours before telling him our happy news.